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Well, first for some background story: I study on one of the major universities in my home country, and I had a party about a year ago. A friend of mine took a girl she knew with her, and me and this girl made out a little bit on the party when we were out clubbing. She didn't want to come home with me, and even though I thought it was too bad, I went home alone and didn't think much of it. The following week I heard this girl (we're both 24 at the time) lives and has two kids with a guy. Naturally I lose interest and becomes glad I didn't get to make the mistake of going there.

Well, the weekend after she apparently changes her mind, because she starts calling me to see where I'm at.
I don't feel like seeing her so I just tell her, but she doesen't seem to get the hint. So she starts to harass me with texts. From 22.10 to 02.15 I get about 120 text messages from her. I don't answer a single one, figuring she'll get the hint. Well, 02.15 she calls me and says she heard from a friend which party I'm at and that she'll come there.
I REALLY didn't feel like it now, as I've had a stalker ex who really messed things up for a while, so I go home and smoke pot and fall asleep instead.
During the night I wake up from someone ringing my doorbell. I figure it's either her or the cops. Either way: I'm not here.
Tried falling asleep again, but then it started knocking on my door. Still didn't open but I was fairly certain that I forgot to lock the door INSIDE the corridor, so - YEP. There she was, storming in, and then she pretty much sat on me. Drunk as hell. I try to come up with as many synonyms to "Get the fuck out of here" as I possibly can until she gets the hint (takes her a few minutes) and the morning after I wake up to this message on Facebook:

Translation:
You fucking cunt... How many gets a ten-pointer that searches you out and lies on you in bed? It doesen't matter how tired you are... You fuck the crap out of her...But, no... not [SunshineBlind].. he waits for something worse... The worst is that you're not even that goodlooking... But I am...And I take back not being your style, because I am. If you had just opened your eyes and seen how fucking sexy I am. And I wanted to fuck you...you had the chance, buuuut...no... you'd rather sleep. I'd fucked you lying down, standing up, backwards and upsidedown. And I promise it'd been the finest pussy you ever tasted. I´m fucking wild and you would have had it any way you wanted. You missed the chance for the best night you'd ever have. Just wanted you to know what you're missing out on. have many good nights in the future, when you lie dreaming about my hot body!!!!

So, yeah, I thought this fit this forum. :)

EDIT 1: I could add it didn't QUITE end there. On her way home - as a revenge - she changed places with my name and another guy in the corridor's name, so whenever someone was going to my neighbour they called my doorbell. Took me about a day to figure out that's the reason. That said, she did not handle rejection in an exemplary fashion.

Are the laws that gender biased in Sweden? With the whole Assange thing, Reddit has us all believing that you can basically get charged for rape for sleeping with two people who know each other and can't decide who did a better job. Please, provide an insightful anecdote that we can twist into making a legend of how SunshineBlind is such a devious rapist that the victims come to sit on him...

I had a girl that I met once text me for over a year with no response from me. Thank god she didn't know where I lived. She started texting me every few days, then a few times a week, then a few times a month until she stopped. It was ridiculous...get a fucking hobby.

Haha I got a few emails from a random girl from the same time I grew up from. After a while I asked her what she was doing. Just making small talk you know. She was like "Oh, nothing. I didn't have much to do so I went to your house to watch you. But I didn't see you. :(".
Kind of creeped me out, so I stopped talking to her.

When I first started to really drink it was with my Russian friend Sergey and his dad. The three of us would easily go through one to three liters of vodka in a day or so just playing poker. They had Finnish neighbors, and I never believed that anybody could out drink a Russian. The Fins proved me wrong.

I am not surprised. I went to meet her parents in a small town of the Swedish speaking part of Finland, and they had a club you paid 5€ to get in to, then the alcohol cost like 1€ per shot. It was INSANE!

That's pretty ridiculous. We have some crazy stuff at the bar street near my house. Places were it's 2$ anything during certain times, one place where the times change by what hour it is, bunch of weird stuff.

I've not been to Brazil to be fair. But you Swedes take the cake, dudes and chicks. Scandinavians in general.
The thing I liked most about Sweden was the glasses. Everyone had super stylish glasses, I wanted to buy some there but that would have been stupid.

Don't worry, the only ones that gets to see her identity is the people who I tell this story IRL. It usually ends with them getying to read the mail first hand. And oh how their facial expressions change when that happens :D